What I tell you here is true.
It sounds like writing, but it isn't.
It's what happened.
Nick and I of course became friends.
My last few weeks before going into the Air Force in 1964 I was part of a two-man crew: Nick and me.
We had an 18-foot runabout with a forty horse Evinrude.
We traversed the flowline of the, by then, full, Wanapum reservoir and replaced markers that we had placed previously that had fallen into the water subsequently.
In the early 70's, after I had begun to have some success at IBM, and had a wife and family, he and I sat around my kitchen table one evening and drank beer and talked, and talked, and talked.
It got really late.
